No one had noticed: the noise of the wind and louis vuitton outlet the engines and the pounding hail covered the man's cry, and in the darkness his body couldn't be seen. But there were others close by, and Lord Roke had to work quickly. He leapt to the fallen man's side, where the bunch of keys lay in a pool of icy water, and hauled aside the great shafts of steel, as big around as his arm and half as long as louis vuitton outlet he was, till he found the one with the black tape. And then there was the clasp of the key ring to wrestle with, and the perpetual risk of the hail, which for a Gallivespian was deadly: blocks of ice as big as his two fists.
     And then a voice above him said, "You all right, Sergeant?"
     The soldier's daemon was growling and nuzzling at the sergeant's, who had fallen into a chanel bags sale semi-stupor. Lord Roke couldn't wait: a spring and a kick, and the other man fell beside the sergeant.
     Hauling, wrestling, heaving, Lord Roke finally snapped open the key ring, and then he had to lift six other keys out of the way before the black-taped one was free. Any second now they'd get the light back on, but even in the half-dark they could hardly miss two men lying unconscious ...
     And chanel bags as he hoisted the key out, a shout went up. He hauled up the massive shaft with all the strength he had, tugging, heaving, lifting, crawling, dragging, and hid beside a small boulder just as pounding feet arrived and voices called for light. "Shot?"
     "Didn't hear a thing...” "Are they breathing?"
     Then the floodlight, secure again, snapped on once more. Lord Roke was caught in the open, as clear as a fox chanel bags in the headlights of a car. He stood stock-still, his eyes moving left and right, and once he was sure that everyone's attention was on the two men who had fallen so mysteriously, he hauled the key to his shoulder and ran around the puddles and the boulders until he reached Mrs. Coulter.
     A second later she had unlocked the handcuffs and lowered them silently to the ground. Lord Roke leapt chanel handbags for the hem of her coat and ran up to her shoulder.
     "Where's the bomb?" he said, close to her ear. "They've just begun to unload it. It's the big crate on the ground over there. I can't do anything till they take it out, and even then...”
     "All right," he said, "run. Hide yourself. I'll stay here and watch. Run!"